that late inevitable moment when you wake
– shot out of any possibility of harmony
and confluence: burped abruptly into
sharp insidious incongruence – somewhere south
of Two and north of One –
stranded in the
new unexpurgated Purgatory
estuarially mixed alertness: consciousness,
all edge and jerk. Hmm: who’s that
little blue nude flying dude? Perhaps he’ll
lull you back to murk.
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.